"I cast my mind back in time to the springtime, the end of April\Early May of 2025 and I was again lucky enough to visit Clare Island, an Island that has a certain sense of gentle charm about it, for it is an Island as well that The Saw Doctors also sang about, and it is an island that is located within Clew Bay, beyond Clare Island of course is nothing but the Atlantic until America/Canada, and yet this time when I visited Clare Island, the weather was a little bit meh, grey, overcast and raining, and yet just spending the day on Clare Island, what happened? Well the weather gently turned, the grey disappeared and the sunshine came out, and this poem is all about being on Clare Island, and being within the moment and looking at the weather changing, with the sounds of waves caressing the shoreline and wildlife and the symphonic sound of that, a certain something magical that is still ingrained in my mind up until now."
The sky over Clew Bay, towards Croagh Patrick I see, the clouds and a sense of grey. The weather has changed and yet here I am across Clew Bay, a moment on Clare Island.
A moment of solitude and escapism, the waves for they crash and pound against the shore, and yet here on Clare Island a change, a blue sky, a break from the grey across the bay, as I spend a moment on Clare Island.
A certain quality of light, as I look across the bay, at County Mayo - the mainland of Ireland seems shrouded in grey, the weather has changed.
And here I spend a moment in time, a little bit of warmth can be felt, under a sky that is becoming a bit more blue, a bit less grey, than County Mayo and Ireland across the bay.
For here I am in Solitude, peace and serenity, the waves crashing in the bay, and the sound of birdsong, a symphony of wildlife can be heard on Clare Island today, as I look back whilst spending a moment on Clare Island, and across the bay, County Mayo and Ireland has a certain element of beautiful grey.
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